The Cloaked Monk’s,, MarchChallenge prompt for the 25th is, “Breakfast.”

I decided to do a little something different for breakfast this morning.

British landing craft, D-Day, Normandy Beach

by Mike Patrick

Breakfast was a cracker
from a dripping cracker tin,
handed down the row
of huddled, frightened men.

They didn’t know what waited
outside their rocking boat.
Some tried in vain to scribble
a final family note.

With the crack of dawn’s first light,
the motor increased its roar,
and the landing craft, personnel,
raced into the shore.

The front gate dropped onto the sand,
and the men all scrambled free,
breakfast was truly over
on the beach of Normandy.

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10 Responses to BREAKFAST

  1. earlybird says:

    ouf! Very good, Mike. Such poignancy in ‘ Some tried in vain to scribble
    a final family note.’

  2. vivinfrance says:

    I love it when people take a prompt in unexpected directions.

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  4. Jingle says:

    daring, lovely words…

  5. Luke Prater says:

    great piece. Fine penmanship, aye

  6. Chloe says:

    A simply beautiful and heart-wrenching poem. Thanks for sharing xx

  7. honeyhaiku says:

    You always bring the prompt to compelling topics. Dramatic and nicely penned.

  8. cloakedmonk says:

    Excellent. Well done. To borrow from Jingle, A++.

  9. trisha says:

    a heartfelt poem mike, i feel so relaxed when i see so many people hating war. i wish we could abolish it forever from earth.


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